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"I understand the feeling, Harry."
The boy said nothing.
Remus sighed, "you might think we are so off in age, that I must have no clue what you're going through."
Silence.
"I once was your age, as unbelievable as that might sound." Remus paused for a response and when he received none, he continued. "I had my friends and yet I felt so alone during those nights. They were there for me offering me support but I still felt lonely. It took me a while to figure out my problem resided within me. I've been so focused on the negative that I was unable to see the whole picture, as cliche as that sounds."
Remus wondered if he was getting through to Harry at all. "We share the same experience on that matter. Ron and Hermione will always be there, offering you their support. It might appear to you that they aren't there but they are. You just have to see past the veil you placed over yourself."
Harry glanced over his shoulder, his eyes falling on the haggard man.
There was nothing wrong. Remus was right. Nothing was separating them.
Well, except for the age thing and life experience.
He smiled.
an: short but much needed to get back into writing again :)